So there I was, coming to the end of a 30 minute telephone conversation with Celia from the planning dept at the local council. To be fair I felt almost overwhelmed with the amount of red tape and bureaucratic nonsense we'd been talking about, but she had shown the patience of a saint and now the light was beginning to dawn. She asked me for my email address, which I duly gave..... "Malcolm Castle?" she asked. "You're not the Malcolm Castle who writes the books about life in the fire service ...
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